(ON HIATUS) To Reminisce [A Watcher/Hermitcraft Fanfiction]

[Chapter One] Just a Day

The tower looked like a mishmash of various styles and themes that somehow worked together. The kind of discombobulated structures you might see drawn and think "wow, I wish I could draw like that," yet at the same time you knew you couldn't draw a decent house, much less such a meticulously planned masterpiece.

And honestly, Grian was proud of it. It was the result of a dozen Hermits working together like the hive-mind of a well-maintained ant colony; each Hermit adding their own auto-farms and twists to the ridiculously tall tower.

It was undeniable proof of just what awesome things the Hermits could do when they actually decided to work together.

Just look at it! Only a few weeks on the server and Hermitopia was already the most- and, quite frankly, only -self-sufficient empire out there.

Though, to be fair, the other empires only had a singular ruler, not a dozen work-a-holic builders with way too much free time on their hands.

Grian sighed contentedly and looked up at the sleeping Grumbot. A white mustache and two closed eyes against a pitch-black screen, encased in a white tv-esque frame, surrounded by a greenish-blueish oxidized-copper mess that blended into the rest of the tower in a sort of futuristic, glitching way. Grian had built it, with the help of Pearl for said "glitch effect", along with a good part of the hodgepodge tower's exterior.

He was currently standing on a makeshift scaffolding platform that extended from the tower directly below Grumbot's screen. He crouched down and stared at the floor-lever he had just placed, his wings ruffling slightly in anticipation.

"Well, here goes nothing." He pulled the lever, watching with mild interest as the messily poured redstone dust lit up when the electric pulse ran through it. When the light disappeared behind the tower's wall, he looked up expectantly at Grumbot.

Nothing.

He groaned poutingly and lifted his arms in a stretch. His wings- which were coated in redstone -stretched out to their full, and rather impressive, length behind him, granting his tired muscles a small relief.

After stretching to their fullest, his wings immediately pressed themselves against his back, making themselves as small and unnoticeable as possible.

He stood up and placed his goggles back over his eyes, then, shaking his head slightly, allowed his wings to untense and relax into a much more natural position. He didn't need to keep them hidden whenever they were out anymore, but old habits die hard.

He wasn't exactly sure why he had been leaning more into old habits recently, but he supposed it was new-server jitters. He knew exactly why. He wasn't safe here.

The avian walked into the small opening he had made into the tower, revealing the mess of redstone and wires behind Grumbot's face that clearly were not placed by anyone who knew a thing about redstone. He wiped his hands on his overalls, willing the redstone dust to begone. It did not begone.

The Hermit was a bit short, even shorter now ever since he created the "Join" machine. He had fluffy medium-blonde hair that not only refused to stay in place, but also had some sort of design on the back he coined as a "waffle".

His eyes were a dark whiskey-brown, full of mischief and pranks untold. He was wearing a pair of overalls over a black, multi-colored, Third-Life themed sweater.

He didn't usually wear overalls, but he vaguely remembered Mumbo saying to never wear anything you actually liked when using redstone (says the guy who almost always wears a suit) or at least cover it with something.

Grian usually didn't care, since he hardly ever did redstone and usually wore a red sweater. However, this time, for some reason, overalls were the first "cover" to come to mind.